What stories have you heard that destroy the three views?

My grandparents' generation knew boat people, lived on boats and made a living by fishing for stones and sand. There was a woman who was frozen in the coldest winter. Just after giving birth, she waded weakly through the cold river and went to the street to say to the pork seller, buy some pork liver, I want to have a confinement. It's hard for a pork seller to ask her confidently, who wants to have a confinement? She said quietly, I, that's not destroying three views. A few years later, my aunt told me that the woman died later. No one wants to raise her because she has raised several eldest sons. I don't know how desperate she was when she died.